I decided to try covering something from the news.
Specifically, the upcoming postal fucking strike.
I give my opinion.
I know I repeat myself in that piece, and I wanted to eliminate that, but by the time I got that far in the editing process, I had too few brain calories left to figure it out.
Oh well. It’s not a capital crime, or CRIME.
Overall I am quite pleased with my first foray into news commentary. It was quite easy to download that news story and clip out the bits I wanted and build my commentary around what I had.
So I know I can do that. And that’s neato keen.
I got a phone call from my mother today, which was awesome. We chatted about this n’ that, including the postal strike.
Which was ironic because I was in the middle of making today’s video when she called and yet the topic came up naturally in the conversation.
I guess it’s on people’s mind.
Apparently, my mother did send a package for my birthday, it just hasn’t arrived yet. Phew. When nothing had arrived, I started to worry about her.
Had something happened, and nobody bothered to tell me?
What can I say, I am a worrier by nature. So is she. We’re a lot alike.
So I was extra glad to hear from her. Obviously, she meant to phone yesterday, on my birthday, but shit happens, ya know?
My words, not hers.
She told me that she has pictures of me that she keeps around, and that made me extremely happy because I tend to assume people forget I exist if I am not around to remind them and that I do not matter to people.
I know a lot of that is the mental illness talking. I am still working on healing the wounds that cause such feelings and attempting to correct my unrealistically negative and overly simplistic internal narrative towards that end.
I remember how I felt when I was a kid. And I remember why. And I remember going through a lot of really harsh shit back then.
But it wasn’t all bad. I was happy sometimes. I enjoyed myself. I had things I liked to do and was happy to do them. It wasn’t all isolation and depression.
It was a very lonely life a lot of the time, and it’s true that I had nobody that I felt I could turn to or talk to, and no kid should grow up that alone.
But there was happiness too.
I didn’t make it to wound care this morning. I’ve definitely got some kind of bug. This time I am sure because I still felt crappy even after I hydrated and ate.
I think I’m fighting it off, though. Which is good.
All in all, it’s been a pleasant day so far. Tonight I will do the McD’s and Zoom thing with my friends. I’m looking forward to that,
And tomorrow is Deposit Day, meaning the long haul grind of this five week month will finally be over and things can become a little rosier for a good long time.
Well, a couple of months, at least. I hope.
Oh god. Life sucks. The world hates me. I just checked and next month is ANOTHER five week month.
I sincerely thought there couldn’t be two in a row. That life could not be that cruel.
I was wrong. It totally can be, and it is.
I’m going to need a lot of time to process this cruel blow.
Well at least this time, I will know from the start that it’s a five week month so I won’t spend like normal on the first week then have to catch up.
If I can even call it “normal” any more.
Why must life be so cruel? Seriously, what the fuck is WITH this?
I hate it when my paranoid, suspicious nature is validated.
More after the break.
It’s really happening
The first time, I asked Co-Pilot. This time, I counted manually on the calendar.
Got the same result. Another five fucking week fucking month. Fuck.
Is this the universe’s way of pressuring me into getting a job or at least some work? Because people with jobs don’t go through this shit.
I had such dreams. I was going to finally get that new power supply. Or sign up for Descript for a month. Or who knows what else.
Now, I will be back to just scraping by for ANOTHER month.
And it makes me want to fucking scream.
I spent all of the previous month just counting the days until things went back to normal, convinced (without checking) that there can never be two five-week months in a row.
I mean, surely whatever calendar anomaly caused them was so rare as to make the odds of it happening twice in a row prohibitive.
Not prohibitive enough, apparently.
After doing my banking tomorrow I will have to sit down and crunch the numbers to see just how much the next month will suck.
Like I said above, it should be not quite as bad because this time, my money can be spread evenly over all five weeks.
So who knows. Maybe I’ll get that PSU yet. Between the $30 on my card and the ~$60 left on my Amazon account, I’d need to come up with around $40.
That might be possible.
Oh wait, I just checked, there’s only $30 left on my Amazon account.
There’s a recurring charge of $11.99 that wiped out part of it. I assume that must be what I am paying for Prime these days.
In which case that’s way too much. I should cancel it. I can’t afford that and with how little I order from Amazon.ca it doesn’t make sense financially either.
Man life has it out for me lately.
Oh well, hardship builds character, he said resentfully.
Maybe I can afford the Descript thing instead. Le sigh.
Whatever money Mom put in her package for me is sure gonna come in handy!
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.